Page 77 of A Vow of Wrath and Ruin

“Shit, Aelia.” I could hear his hand rapidly stroking his erection, and I increased my pace, tightening my pussy around my fingers, groaning with pleasure.

“Aelia, you better not come yet. Good girls only come when commanded.”

“Yes. Are you close?”

“So close.”

“I want you to think of me bent over the desk in your study. Gripping the edges, as you thrust deep inside of me.”

Tharan let out a loud moan.

“I’m so wet, baby. Your cock is making me so wet.”

“You’re so tight. Fuck you’re so tight. I’m going to come.”

“Not yet. You made me wait.” I thrust my fingers harder and harder imagining Tharan’s body over top of mine. Filling me, stretching me, as I gripped the edge of his desk. My nipples hard against the cold, polished wood.

“I can’t hold it back much longer.”

“Do you feel me tightening around your cock?”

“Yes. Trinity yes.” His breath caught in his throat.

“Come for me, Tharan.”

“Oh…Oh…Trinity. Fuck”

His orgasm only made mine yearn to be released. The sound of my fingers penetrating my wet pussy radiated through the silent study. “I’m so close…”

“Yes, my darling. Come for me.”

Working my clit harder and harder a swell of pleasure grew inside me. Electricity radiated through every limb of my body, begging for release.

“Say my name, Aelia. Say my name when you come.”

Leaning back, I let my orgasm overtake me. My breath hitched in my throat and as I exhaled, I said, “I’m coming Tharan. For you. Only for you.” My body went limp, and a beautiful ache bloomed between my legs. The need extinguished for now.

“Good girl.”

The doorbell to the Alder Townhome rang bright and early on the second day.

Finneas escorted Ursula into the morning room, where bright blue wallpaper adorned with drawings of orange trees covered the walls.

“Good morning, Ursula. You’re looking well,” I said before biting into a piece of toast covered in orange jam. She wore her scaled armor. Its iridescent steel sparkled in the morning light, making her look like one of those exotic fish you find on the coasts.

“As are you, Aelia. Or should I call you Lady now?” She poured herself a cup of coffee, resting the cup between her slender fingers.

“Just Aelia is fine. Hungry?”

“I ate before I came. And I prefer the fresh fish of the markets to that of land dwellers.” She pushed away a plate of small pies in disgust.

I shrugged and kept eating.

“Suit yourself.”

Ursula waited patiently, sipping her coffee while I finished my breakfast.

When I was done, I got up and pushed my chair in.

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